Wilbur observed Ian carefully. He seemed to recall hearing his last name being mentioned by Lightning Hank earlier. "Can we talk inside?" Ian said politely. Wilbur smiled and then turned to look behind him. Faye had sat up with the blanket on her legs. He bowed slightly. "Come in." Ian made his way to the living room slowly, sitting down on a corner of the couch. Wilbur sat down next to Faye and lit a cigarette. "How may I help you?" Ian looked at Wilbur and said, "Lightning Hank's dead." "Oh well. He deserved it," Wilbur said calmly. Ian frowned. "The Owens clan started out as a small escort business before switching to corporate when the new Dasha was formed. Nevertheless, we've always been good fighters in the past centuries." "What does that have to do with me?" Wilbur asked calmly. Ian did not respond to Wilbur's question but said, "Clans like ours place value on keeping our true strength hidden to the outside world, and we've built up enough of a name for oursel
"You want me to go with you?" "Yes, I'm a little scared." Wilbur sighed to himself. That girl was quite a handful. It was unfair to say that she was faking it, but she seemed pretty calm the previous night in the face of so many outlaws. However, at the sight of Faye's pitiful expression, Wilbur had no choice but to say yes. Faye brightened up at once. "Alright. I'll come to get you at night. Please be my driver and bodyguard, then. Bye!" Without getting a response, she left the house. Wilbur shook his head and headed to the central garden to practice his martial arts.- Before long, a day had passed. Wilbur was already waiting in the living room for Faye when she came home. "Give me a second, Boss." Faye rushed upstairs and changed into a black evening gown. The V-neck dress showed her cleavage. She also wore a pearl necklace. The gown reached her ankles and radiated an air of charming maturity that was simply breathtaking. Wilbur nodded and commented, "You look
Wilbur frowned. He was indeed wearing casual clothes and did not exactly blend in well with others. However, that guy was being rude with his words. Wilbur glanced at Faye, expecting her to provide an explanation, but Faye was in the middle of a conversation with a man and a woman, and the three were heading upstairs. It was clear that they were going to talk about things. Wilbur said to the man, "I'm Miss Yves' driver." "I don't care whose driver you are. We have no place for people dressed like this in here! Get out right now," the man said unceremoniously. Wilbur's expression darkened. "And who are you?" The man responded haughtily, "Me? Remember this. My name's Mike Cannon, and I own this place. Only upper-class guests are welcome here. Drivers should go where drivers belong." Just then, a muscular man in a suit around thirty years old walked in. Behind him were two pretty women, also wearing body-hugging suits and white gloves. Wilbur could tell, however, that the
"This is truly amazing. I've witnessed something new today. What an eye-opener!" All at once, the crowd was abuzz with praise. The item had also drawn Wilbur's attention. He put down his food and concentrated his spiritual energy, beginning to investigate. Just then, John and the others were looking at the incense holder rather intensely, sensing its mysterious aura with solemn expressions. A while later, John said in a deep voice, "Master Jose, how are you going to go about this?" Master Jose smiled. "Let's have an auction. I've heard that this club is a pretty good auction hall in Seechertown." Just then, Mike piped up. "That's right. Leave the auction up to me, Master Jose." "What's the starting price?" John asked. Master Jose pondered for a while before saying slowly, "To tell the truth, this thing isn't of much importance to me. However, it's definitely a precious treasure to ordinary people. I'll put the starting price at fifty million dollars." The businessmen
All the people calling out prices looked at Wilbur at once. They knew that Wilbur's words were a serious accusation, and the consequences were dire. If he did not provide an explanation, he would not be able to leave the place. To be honest, Wilbur needed things like that as well. It could be said that he needed them more than anyone else in the room. That was why he had focused his spirit energy to investigate the incense holder. However, after some investigation, he immediately knew that it was a fake. That had disappointed him greatly. Yet the sight of all these people fighting over a fake made him laugh, only for him to get in trouble for that. However, he was not scared in the slightest. Wilbur slowly walked up to the crowd and glanced at Master Jose. "Can you tell me your name, and where you live, O' Great Master?" "My name's Jose Smithson. I'm from Numbridge Mountain, currently living in Joland City of Stricton Province," Master Jose said haughtily. Wilbur n
"How dare you break my precious incense holder! You're asking for it!" Jose roared furiously. He shook his robes, and a strong wave of energy surged at Wilbur. The crowd's expression shifted as well. That was supposed to be a legendary spirit weapon. That guy was just too bold. Master Jose was a famous cultivator from the Stricton Province. That guy was done for. Just as everyone was in shock at Wilbur's nerves, he smiled. "Open your eyes and take a closer look." The crowd leaned forward at the broken incense holder, baffled by the situation. Wilbur said, "The incense holder is just a replica of an antique. There's a piece of oud in there that seals the powers in it, letting out a glow and fragrance to make it look like a spirit weapon. It'll disappear in three months, tops. I can't believe such an obvious counterfeit technique was enough to fool all of you." Wilbur's words left everyone in shock, and the crowd began to inspect the broken incense holder. Everyone in the c
Jose's forehead was filled with sweat, and he bowed deeply to Wilbur. "Young man, I admit that I was boasting earlier. Please forgive me." "That's right. Please spare us and show mercy," Mike piped up as well. Wilbur's expression darkened, and he turned to look at Mike. "Show you mercy? I don't remember you being merciful earlier." Mike's expression turned ugly from his anger, unable to say anything else. Jose knew he had messed up, but those words he said earlier were merely a boast! He was not going to take off himself just like that. He looked at Wilbur with an apologetic expression. "It's my fault for not knowing my items, young man. I'm sorry. I'm willing to compensate you ten million dollars in exchange for your forgiveness." Wilbur smiled. Of course, he was not going to make Jose take his own life over such a trivial matter. However, the 10,000,000 dollars was another matter. After all, the two had been quite rude to him earlier. Wilbur wet his finger with the te
She was alone in the middle of the night, barefoot and only clad in pajamas that were caked with dirt. Anyone could tell that something had happened to her. Tears streamed down the girl's face, but she remained silent. Faye continued to try coaxing the girl, while Wilbur could only stare. A while later, the girl's emotions were finally a little more stable. Faye brought the girl to her room and gave her a new set of pajamas to change into. She washed the girl's face as well before bringing her to the living room again. Looking at the girl then, she was honestly quite pretty. It was unclear just what had happened to her. Faye made the girl a bowl of pasta and continued to give her advice and comfort. At last, the girl started talking after she ate. The girl's name was Shelby Seacrest. She was from a rural village and had a boyfriend who was going to university in Seechertown. She had come to Seechertown with her boyfriend and worked to pay her boyfriend's school fees. Bu